Broken people, strewn shards, misshapen pottery. Pieces piled six miles high. Flesh tone. Free form origami folded into embryos waiting to break out. Fragile fragments fit together sometimes.... People pottery, walking buckets of water. Careful not to spill a drop of crocodile tears. Clay colored fears with sharp edges. Asymmetric irregular individuals go to pieces... Wearing invisible super glue under cool-aid smiles.. Holding egg shell fractures together with spit, bubble gum, and masking tape... I am fragile sometimes.....